I'll be drinkin' with the junkies
You can't find me writin' love songs
in the warm light of the bar
We'll meet me at the wedding house
if you can't find the time
And we'll reminisce about
And we'll drink a toast to
of the butterflies left out
Think of me singing Bob and McGee
when you're hanging on your cross
All your friends and adversaries,
they're getting pretty tight
Either way you're out of money
And the bar is turning on
And leave me at the Worthen house
and I'll save a seat for you
At the al tar where old sorrows go to die
the greatest friend of mine
And we'll carry on like brothers,
even though we know it's a lie
So leave, leave when you're right
All your friends and adversaries,
well they're getting pretty tight
You better leave, leave when you're right
In a way you're out of money
And the barmaid's turning
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